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Chapter 45 | Wedding Night

last update Data de publicação: 2026-07-03 16:13:11

Grace

The heavy wooden door of the master bedroom clicked shut behind me with a finality that made my stomach twist.

I stood there in the middle of the lavish room, the beautiful white wedding dress clinging to my body like a second skin made of lies. The lace was exquisite, the delicate floral patterns that shimmered under the soft lighting, the bodice hugging my curves perfectly, the long train pooling around my feet like spilled moonlight.

I looked like a princess from a fairytale in the f
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